Some magical times Where surrounded by rock
The hot dampness of the summer nights
Rose to touch my forehead
Leaving my vision warm with gray fog

Every thing feels close and tingly in retrospect
The air was always thick and heavy
Both from summer And of unspoken questions
But silence prevailed

Pretended to focus on the now
When all that could be thought of was the underneath
It seems to never be revealed
It is too dark-- too scary but, without blood

And those crickets;
Not sure if they were there, but they are now
I see them watching all those times
Maybe they knew, but no one else did

It was all inside
Bottled up inside
Locked up inside

But the sounds prevailed
They masked things
They hid things and kept them safe
The light was always dim because it was safer

Those glances are not to be forgotten
The subtle shine of slate they radiated
We radiated
But what were the waves?

It lingered everywhere
Couldn't escape it, not even at this moment
It clutches and grips tight
But does not choke

Well, perhaps it does choke
Because I feel it sometimes

Those sounds, though
They're always there
They'll always be there
‘Always have those

When it was quiet
It was frightening and uncomfortable
Because the sounds,They hid things
They hid every thing
Every thing but this